The thought that all of this could end, that everything could come crashing down around them based on how they deal with Vanya? It's horrifying. It makes the robotic voice on the phone feel like a knife between the ribs, separating the two of them from the happy, safe world where Patrick and Claire exist.
"I will tell her a thousand times just for you," he responds, his voice softer than before but just as energetic. "I miss you, too. But the phone's cutting off, turns out Uncle Klaus forgot his purse and he's run right out of coins. Is that your daddy? Make sure to give him a big old hug for us. Tell him we miss him. That we'll be home soon."
The robotic voice warns again and Klaus squeezes Allison, arm curled around her back, holding her tight to him. "But we gotta go, Claire-bear. Chat again soon. Hugs and kisses."
He makes a noisy little kissing sound and pulls the phone away just in time to hear a rustle, to hear Claire parrot his words back to Patrick, and he's never felt more relieved and more guilty in his life for relishing in the sound of the phone clicking back into its dock.
With his other arm free, he reaches to curl it around Allison, holding her snugly against his chest, a hand reaching to cradle the back of her head. "I'm so sorry, Allison," he murmurs, even though his own world feels like its falling apart. But he's going to have to shoulder this, for all of them. Maybe they make it through whatever this apocalypse is, maybe they get to go home. But there's so much to explain, so many hurtles now, even at home.
"I've got you. I'm not letting go, either, so don't even think about leaving." He laughs a tiny bit and presses a kiss to the side of her head. They'll have to get back inside soon, have to return to the circle of who-what-why-when-hows. They'll have to find Vanya and stop her at all costs.
"We'll fix this. I'll find a way. We'll be back home before you know it. I swear, Al, I swear."
Allison can't help but huff out a breath in an almost-laugh when he tells her to not even think about leaving, because that is exactly what she had been thinking of doing. It's Allison's immediate response whenever she falls apart, that innate need to hide whenever her emotions became too much to handle, and considering the situation at hand she can't help it. Waking up without a voice, with her life turned upside down in a matter of hours had already left her shaky, but this? Knowing that this could be the end, that she couldn't even say goodbye to her daughter properly? That her last conversation with her husband had been tense and closed off, because Allison had been trying so hard to put that wall between them just so that she wouldn't be convinced to stay in Los Angeles?
They shouldn't have left. They shouldn't have come. She shouldn't have insisted, they shouldn't have--
But, could they risk the alternative? Leaving Vanya alone in all this? The world would still end, things wouldn't change. They would be blissfully unaware of the shitshow going on here, but which one would be the lesser of both enormous evils?
As she buries her face in her brother's shoulder, her arms still wrapped around him, no sound comes from her cries, but the way that her shoulders shake give her away. It's hard not to - she's in so much pain, she's fucking exhausted, and all she wants is her baby. She feels so goddamned helpless that it is beyond frustrating.
But, at the same time, she knows that she can't stay like this. They can't stay here, just as much as they cannot leave New York. They have to figure this out, right? They have to help Vanya. They have to stop all this. She can't swear it back to him, that she'll do her best so that they can figure this out, because Klaus would also be losing Claire and Patrick just as much as she is, but the resolve in her eyes says it as she looks up at him. Despite the tears in her eyes, there's a steely resolution behind them. She has to. Not even for herself, or for anyone else, but for Claire. They owe it to that little girl that they both adore so damn much.
For a moment she feels how she did when she was a teenager, when her arm stung from the tattoo that Reginald had branded them with, as Klaus comforted her. And, just like on that day, it's as if she suddenly decides that it's pointless to keep crying despite how shitty she may feel, and she wipes the tears away from her eyes. They have too much to do, after all.
Before they can move, though, Allison leans in and kisses her brother on the cheek before she hugs him again. This time it's not as brief or desperate, but it's more to thank him. For doing this, for helping her, for always being there. She doesn't know if they'll have a chance for this again, and she hates that once again she cannot tell him everything she wishes she could say, but maybe in this case it's not so bad. Because, she knows, it would sound too much like a goodbye and she doubts that Klaus would be okay with that.
So, for now, she just hugs him tightly before offering a small, faint nod as if to tell him that she's ready. They have to stop Vanya; they need to go.
Klaus holds her as tight as he can, as though doing so might ease all of her problems, might ward off all the bad things moving in their direction. He wants to close his eyes and will them back to California, where they might be able to find some peace with the little family they've built.
But there isn't an option for that now. They don't get the choice, because now they have to save Vanya, and a tiny part of him hopes that they can. He can't imagine what she's feeling, especially having been locked in the vault. (He'll never forgive Luther, never forgive himself for allowing it to happen. After all, he knows how it feels to be shoved into a container, lost and confused and completely out of control).
Klaus reaches to help dry her tears, thumbs catching a couple stragglers. "We'll figure it out, Allison. I promise."
No matter what he has to do, he will make sure she gets home to Claire and Patrick. He will find a way. As she leans back into hug him, he sighs and curls his arms around her again. A soft, blue light glows in the dim phonebooth. Where she might have only felt Klaus's arms before, she might feel another this time, and Ben's head comes to rest against hers. They don't have long, not before they have to go find Vanya, but there's time for this before they go.
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"I will tell her a thousand times just for you," he responds, his voice softer than before but just as energetic. "I miss you, too. But the phone's cutting off, turns out Uncle Klaus forgot his purse and he's run right out of coins. Is that your daddy? Make sure to give him a big old hug for us. Tell him we miss him. That we'll be home soon."
The robotic voice warns again and Klaus squeezes Allison, arm curled around her back, holding her tight to him. "But we gotta go, Claire-bear. Chat again soon. Hugs and kisses."
He makes a noisy little kissing sound and pulls the phone away just in time to hear a rustle, to hear Claire parrot his words back to Patrick, and he's never felt more relieved and more guilty in his life for relishing in the sound of the phone clicking back into its dock.
With his other arm free, he reaches to curl it around Allison, holding her snugly against his chest, a hand reaching to cradle the back of her head. "I'm so sorry, Allison," he murmurs, even though his own world feels like its falling apart. But he's going to have to shoulder this, for all of them. Maybe they make it through whatever this apocalypse is, maybe they get to go home. But there's so much to explain, so many hurtles now, even at home.
"I've got you. I'm not letting go, either, so don't even think about leaving." He laughs a tiny bit and presses a kiss to the side of her head. They'll have to get back inside soon, have to return to the circle of who-what-why-when-hows. They'll have to find Vanya and stop her at all costs.
"We'll fix this. I'll find a way. We'll be back home before you know it. I swear, Al, I swear."
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They shouldn't have left. They shouldn't have come. She shouldn't have insisted, they shouldn't have--
But, could they risk the alternative? Leaving Vanya alone in all this? The world would still end, things wouldn't change. They would be blissfully unaware of the shitshow going on here, but which one would be the lesser of both enormous evils?
As she buries her face in her brother's shoulder, her arms still wrapped around him, no sound comes from her cries, but the way that her shoulders shake give her away. It's hard not to - she's in so much pain, she's fucking exhausted, and all she wants is her baby. She feels so goddamned helpless that it is beyond frustrating.
But, at the same time, she knows that she can't stay like this. They can't stay here, just as much as they cannot leave New York. They have to figure this out, right? They have to help Vanya. They have to stop all this. She can't swear it back to him, that she'll do her best so that they can figure this out, because Klaus would also be losing Claire and Patrick just as much as she is, but the resolve in her eyes says it as she looks up at him. Despite the tears in her eyes, there's a steely resolution behind them. She has to. Not even for herself, or for anyone else, but for Claire. They owe it to that little girl that they both adore so damn much.
For a moment she feels how she did when she was a teenager, when her arm stung from the tattoo that Reginald had branded them with, as Klaus comforted her. And, just like on that day, it's as if she suddenly decides that it's pointless to keep crying despite how shitty she may feel, and she wipes the tears away from her eyes. They have too much to do, after all.
Before they can move, though, Allison leans in and kisses her brother on the cheek before she hugs him again. This time it's not as brief or desperate, but it's more to thank him. For doing this, for helping her, for always being there. She doesn't know if they'll have a chance for this again, and she hates that once again she cannot tell him everything she wishes she could say, but maybe in this case it's not so bad. Because, she knows, it would sound too much like a goodbye and she doubts that Klaus would be okay with that.
So, for now, she just hugs him tightly before offering a small, faint nod as if to tell him that she's ready. They have to stop Vanya; they need to go.
had to sneak in one tag for a cute closer ok;
But there isn't an option for that now. They don't get the choice, because now they have to save Vanya, and a tiny part of him hopes that they can. He can't imagine what she's feeling, especially having been locked in the vault. (He'll never forgive Luther, never forgive himself for allowing it to happen. After all, he knows how it feels to be shoved into a container, lost and confused and completely out of control).
Klaus reaches to help dry her tears, thumbs catching a couple stragglers. "We'll figure it out, Allison. I promise."
No matter what he has to do, he will make sure she gets home to Claire and Patrick. He will find a way. As she leans back into hug him, he sighs and curls his arms around her again. A soft, blue light glows in the dim phonebooth. Where she might have only felt Klaus's arms before, she might feel another this time, and Ben's head comes to rest against hers. They don't have long, not before they have to go find Vanya, but there's time for this before they go.